I began college at a fresh seventeen years of age.
I graduated at 31.
I like to tell people that Nikki Giovanni’s influence is evident in my walk.
As I sit here at my desk, I realize that it’s been almost twelve years since I graduated from college. Boy. I wish I’d graduated at twenty. Clinton was still in office and there were jobs, even for History majors.
It’s been a long time. I’ve been on this teaching journey for quite a while. It’s worth it. I love engaging young minds. I love the look on a young person’s face when he or she realizes that they’ve learned something. Teaching is something I’ve always done. Now I want to have the financial and professional rewards of doing it.
At 42, maybe I should be thinking a little more grand. It’s not really necessary for me to move from the ground up, is it? I have age and experience. Some amount of expertise in communication, I did work in media for almost ten years…even if most of it was for low or no pay. Hmm…the cogs of my brain are turning.
I actually thought about writing a book about this journey. Much like the novel I planned to write on Zen and the Art of Waitressing, that idea has gotten dusty and sits in a dim corner at the back of my mind. Although, a couple of articles discussing my observations and opinions on the subject could be fun and good practice.
I like that idea.
Now how would I approach the subject? What is my topic? Should I be abstract or specific?
Oh, Goody!
A new project.
acancersworld 